Good that. [ thomas nods back, breathless. yeah, cool, he'll remember the rest. sure thing, buddy. but as for we're all dead, thomas shakes his head, swallowing dryly, causing the ache in his throat to spike, and he winces. ]

Not all of us. [ just, you know. most of us. fifty or sixty they started with in the glade, and how many made it to safe haven? not enough. not nearly enough. ] Unless the Flat Trans disintegrated us or something, I don't think so.

[ but that gets his mind churning. nothing as abstract as the afterlife is anything he'd seriously consider as a possibility, but this place is different. they did go through a portal, basically, but this isn't where the portal led, he knows that. ]

But— I checked it. Minho, it was just green, it was- it was a field or something.

[ could someone have changed the destination on it after that first time he checked it, and sent them somewhere else? making something in the explosion knocked the control box and screwed up the coordinates? it doesn't make any damn sense.

and thomas sure doesn't realize none of this makes even a remote kind of sense to minho, who was in an entirely different situation - one this thomas never lived. ]